Mystery
A strange sort of carpe diem arises
From a single James Dean smile
Black t-shirt, jeans and Chucks
That confident, smoky style
History
Time and Hollywood have warned me
My mind is sharp, my heart is curious
Trepidation showers each glance in my direction
Daydreams cloud, emotions turn serious
Does fate tempt me? Is going under such a blunder?
I can't help but wonder...
Tuesday, December 15, 2015
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